2008/06/28
they always
creeped in your
room,
hiding your
mold on the
tongues
and when the
mold got in
you could
not
find yourself
they always
left the best
until
the end came
first of all
they had
you
have you
understood that
the question
asked
had no
answer
and you
could only
find yourself
in
what you
saw but
never believe
the days
were short
but the nights
were
cool
yeah and there
were fools
around
lets find
yourself
in me
this room
was made for
April
the mood
suited
for our doom
you would
not find
the one like
me
so lets
find myself
in you
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